1929
The two pictures which grace this column were not taken at the same time, even though Herb Bissell's only change in appearance is a somewhat more distinguished air than when he was Editor-in-Chief of the 1929 Aegis. Recently, when a search for photographs and snapshots was undertaken, Hank Stein raided his treasures and came up with the Commencement issue of the 1929 Dartmouth Pictorial, from which the accompanying picture of Senior Class officers was taken. In case your memory fails, that worthy publication was run by Ed Felch, Editor-in-Chief; Paul Jameson, Business Manager; Hank Stein, Advertising Manager; Panos Georgopulo, Circulation Manager; Don MacCornack, Art Editor; Bob Lyle,Rol Reading, Walt Gutterson and Mai Mather, Business Board; and Bob Monahan, Photographic Board.
Herb's picture is taken from an advertising article appearing in a recent issue of Advertising Age recording Herb's opinion that that publication stirs up action—an authoritative opinion, in view of Herb's position as Advertising Manager of The Electric Auto-Lite Company. In July, 1929 Herb went to work for N. W. Ayer & Son, Inc., in Philadelphia, working on the Ford Motor account during most of the twelve following years. He then moved to Auto-Lite as Advertising Manager of the Spark Plug Division, from which he has ad- vanced to the top advertising job, coordinat- ing under his direction all the advertising, promotion and publicity activities of the Company. In addition, he has been President of the Toledo Advertising Club, a Director of the Toledo Community Advertising Fund, and is currently President of the Toledo Alumni Association.
Late in March Larry and Mary Lougee played host at a pre-reunion supper party held in the spacious quarters of the Officers' Club, Headquarters First Army, Governor's Island, New York. The first such party reported, it set a high standard for others to follow, and established the Colonel and his lady as superlative entertainers, but let Larry tell about it himself:
"Our pre-reunion party was very well attended and apparently everyone enjoyed the event. Military Police met the cars as they came onto the Island off the ferry and gave the '29ers an escorted tour of the Post. Those that did not come by car I took through the old Fort and on a short sight- seeing trip. There was a general renewal of friendships before dinner. We had the run of two lounge rooms and it seemed good to have so many present. There were 50 that sat down to dinner in the private dining room of the Officers'' Club. After the meal Phil Mayher outlined the Reunion Program and a letter from Herb Ball was read to the group. This was followed by more socializing and then the Signal Corps presented "True Glory" —a summary film of the war from just before D-Day to the final surrender of Germany. The combat scenes made quite an impression. It was a good starter on the Reunion. Here are those who attended: Frank and Pete Small, Carl and Beatrice Pittelkow, Jim and . Julia Hodge, Harry and Con- nie Enders, A 1 and Sally Fisher, Nick and Joyce Vincent, Jack and Sue Hubbard, Joe and Helen Walsh, Jim and Emily Loveland, Walt and Marion Wilson, Larry and Mary Lougee, Bob Ramage, Phil Mayher, Bill Morgan, Will and Dorothy Tor- bert, Art and Marjorie Clow, John and Anne Roemer, Lyt and Maxine Johnston, Russ and Flor- ence Goudey, Tal and Jane Babcock, Gil and Fuzzy Griffin, A 1 and Dris Miller, Jack and Helen Robin, Joe and Georgina Webb, Paul and Mary Jameson, Jack Moxon, Ted Baehr, and Mrs. Nora Taig (Mary Lougee's mother who is visiting from Nor- way)
And speaking of Reunion, here's Paul CookWoodbridge's response to Henry Stein's invitation to act as a regional chairman in the effort to organize the drive back to Hanover:
"Tossed between an excellent recording of G&S selections (a recent birthday gesture from the most invigorating woman in the world), the rustle of Virginia rain on tin roofs, the astringent effects of a weather-stretched all-night flight from Detroit, and the therapy of x martinis, I am not a little delighted with your compliment dated March 17. You may report to Barrett—he's the handsome Alpha Delt, ain't he?—with appropriate copies to yourself and A?zdres, that Reunion plans have been cooking here since the evening of June 17, 1947. I am not certain that that qualifies me for the spot. It merely indicates a confident visceral orientation. And so, thanks. Much. I'll do my damdest. Please, at your convenience, shoot along those "reunion's plans and publicity" so glibly quoted from the Reunion Chairman. I may need them as more specific stimuli for this tired old pen than the sentiments that impel me, and which I shall quite with- out restraint impose on the clan from Miami to Philippi, "West Va. I love that "personal contact with the members of the Class in each region" .... would that the cold lure of the buck were not still such an essential part of my routine, and that I might really make the rounds. This clacking machine will have to carry most of the load."
A few days ago Duke Barto called from the South Station just before boarding the Federal for Washington. He was on his way home from a visit to Hanover where he had interviewed prospective candidates for employment with the Chesapeake & Potomac Telephone Co. But like any normal father he was brimming with pride over the scholastic rank of 3.6 which his freshman son John had attained for the first semester. And just to prove that such a record comes naturally to sons of '29 Johnny Parker's boy posted a 3.5! Duke also had time to take a look at freshman baseball practice where he saw Art Rose's son, trying out for pitcher, throw a few fast ones to son John, aspiring catcher. There follow recent reports written by:
Bob Beadel, from Syracuse: "My present position is that of General Sales Manager for the A. H. Pond Co., Inc., Syracuse, N. Y. makers of genuine registered Keepsake diamond rings and wedding rings. I have been in Syracuse since the fall of 1945 after completing fifteen years with the Carbide and Carbon Chemicals Division of Union Carbide & Carbon. I started out 20 long years ago, almost, to set the world on fire as a chemist for Goodrich Rubber Cos., in Akron and how I wind up peddling diamond rings is a slight mystery to me. I like to think I have made progress by consoling myself that I have graduated from carbon derivatives to the pure stuff. I was married in 1937 and have the following results to report from that commitment: 1) Thomas C. Beadel—age 10, 2) Louise O. —age 8, 3) Robert O. Jr.—age 5, and 4) Charlotte F.—age 1. 1 realize that a Dartmouth man is expected to be a well rounded individual, but I must confess that I gave up trying to be well rounded years ago, through lack of determination. Therefore my only hobbies, if they can be called such are performed under duress and usually consist of fixing leaky faucets, patching up bicycles and broken down fire engines and fishing rag dolls and broken dishes out of toilet bowls. My greatest pleasure is sitting in a soft chair when the house is quiet, putting my feet on a table and staring off into space. With regard to your request for snapshots of undergraduate days I have been looking from cellar to attic for an excellent snapshot I know I have of Watson Spangler, GeorgeNay lor and Wilbur Flannery wearing their freshman caps and standing in front of the Tower. If I can find it soon I will forward it to you. I see Dr. Wilbur Flannery several times a year when I visit my home town of New Castle, Pa. He has done very well by himself—has a lovely family, has become a solid citizen and a pillar of the com- munity as well as a sought-after dinner speaker. In his spare time he is a very competent and highly regarded physician. I see Dr. Bob Fairchild oc- casionally here in Syracuse at the University Club, and a few other '29ers at infrequent Dartmouth Club get-togethers. I am looking forward to the reunion in June which I am ashamed to say will be my first reunion. In the meantime I will study over my old Aegis so I won't be too embarrassed from a faulty memory.
John Ball, from Nashville: "I have been down in Peru for the past two and one-half weeks and your letter must have reached here about the day after I left on the trip. In this part of the world we don't see many Dartmouth men. There are two others working for General Shoe but both are from classes much later than 1929. I have been with General Shoe Intercontinental Company since I went to work for them in 1931, and am now in charge of what we call the General Shoe Intercontinental Branch. We operate shoe factories in Mexico and Peru and also an export-import department. I have three children, the last of which will be starting school next year. I haven't been back to Hanover since graduation but hope some day to get there. The nearest I came to it was passing through White River Junction one night on the way to Montreal but was not able to stop off."
Joe O'Leary, from Palatine, 111.: "I embarked on the present phase of my career as a university professor two years ago. About a year ago, I took the Illinois C.P.A. examinations and was very lucky—passed on the first try; so now I have a few more letters to add after my name (when, as, or if I ever write a book or two). At present the adornments to my name would read something like this: Prof., Lt. Cmdr., USNs AB, MBA, CPA. During those long winters is Hanover, I never thought that I would spend so much time as a student; but Dartmouth is no the first of five Alma Maters. If I should ever dehnitely decide to attempt to add Ph.D. to the above string, which I am seriously considering, I might in the process also add another Alma Mater or two. I can easily agree with a former president of Mount Holyoke who once said: 'The more learn, the more we realize that there is a great deal more to be learned.' However, in my progress as an educational hobo, with each step I realize more and more that the one school that really means anything to me is Dartmouth; it really has something that none of the others have. If your travels or those of any other loyal son should happen to bring you in this area, Peggy and I sure would like to have you stop over with us. We ate 30 miles northwest of the Chicago Loop, with direct connection by rail (Northwestern Ry.) and bus (United Motor Coach) as well as private transportation (junction of Route 14—Northwe Highway and Route 53)."
Dwight Allen, from Hartford, Conn.: "Since last June, trips to Boston have been far fewer, usually with scarcely enough time to complete work for a client or to attend meetings of the Board of Directors of the American Unitarian Association until the honor belongs to someone else. I am trying to convince my captive from Kansas City (Missouri) that she should reunion with us in June. She's properly loyal, even though she has been in Hanover only once. I hope that you and others will help me win the decision. My work with the Connecticut General has kept me really busy, so I'm empty of good Dartmouth news that you do not already have. In a few months, my company may decide to place me in management work. I'm equally free to accept or refuse. In either case, the hazing has been fun."
Dick Exton, from Atlanta, Georgia: "Since my last report I have become a sort of 'Jim Campion' to the Ramblin' Wrecks of Georgia Tech, having purchased the "Tech Shop,' adjacent to the campus, exactly two years ago, thus having attained my post-war ambition to have a 'men's store' of my own. My customers, mostly undergraduates, know me as 'Dick', which of course gives me a rather paternally warm feeling for them. I enjoy reading the ALUMNI MAGAZINE with its accounts of men and scenes so fond in my memory, but after twenty years or so unfortunately a little dim. Wish Dartmouth could play football down here again sometime, and frequently during the season I have a nostalgia for the old Harvard, Yale, and Princeton Peerades with their attendant Wah Hoo Wahs and Convivial reunions, tho' I fear if the Green did come down here the fast razzle dazzle of Bobby Dodd's T formation might prove a little too baffling. 'Miss' Lillian, Mrs. Exton to you, and I, unfortunately won't be able to get to the tumultuous twentieth, as we truly had hoped, because it seems after a very recent visit to the Mayo Clinic that I am going to have a gall bladder operation in June, up there, because that is the earliest business will permit me to have it done, and also because the doctors at Mayo's are tops and I prefer going there for their surgical help. Between anaesthesia though I'll be thinking of y'all and hoping that y'all will beat the bell out of the soft ball teams of '2B and '3O, that is, as Bill Andres has put it in this month's ALUMNI MAGAZINE, if they are able to field teams. I hope you Damn Yankees take proper cognizance of the 'y'alls' in the foregoing. Cliff Purse ought to par- ticularly appreciate that half of this report. Tell Hal Hirsch I would like to see his 'White Stag line if one of his emissaries ever gets down this way, and convey my best wishes and regards to al the class in June when you get to Hanover. I doubt if I'd be able to recognize all the imposing visages of all the dignitaries and tycoons I hear you have become."
George McLachlan, from Newton, Conn.: "Just finished with two rough throat operations at the Lahey Clinic in Boston and at present taking it very easy. I see Tom Stokes and Oats quite often and Jack Blair occasionally. I'm still making hats in Danbury and living in Newtown. We have six children which must be a record unless Soriero has caught up. Where is he anyway?"
Heinie Richardson, from Wilder, Vt.;"I heard Bob Carr take a couple of would-be stiflers of academic freedom over the coals at a forum last night. Bob appears to me to be one of the unsung greats of our class. Joe d'Esopo spoke at our Rotary meeting a few weeks ago and is the same Joe."
joe Losey, of M.G.M., directed the recent R.K.0 picture "The Boy With the Green Hair".
Ted Palmer has given up machine-process engineering in the East and has moved his family, wife and tw.o sons, to Death Valley where he is managing the Stovepipe Wells Hotel for George Palmer Putnam. He says it's naradise for the boys—can't go to school, own a personal burro and go prospecting.
Notes from Eddie Chinlund include Bill geyes' proud reminder that the family includes "a young man called Peter who is now sixteen months old and quite a fellow"; and Fred Ingram's, Dick Owsley's and Carl Spaeth's expressed intention to get back for the Twentieth
Squeek Redding's opening letter to the Class urging each one of us to do our part in the great endeavor which is the Alumni Fund and tarry Lougee's frequent issues of '29 Up have made us all fully aware of our share of responsibility in this great common effort. It is hoped that early individual responses will stimulate more generous support and raise the Class's contribution and participation to the higher level already attained by contemporary classes.
We regret to have to record the death of Walter Turkevitch. An In Memoriam notice appears in the obituary section of the MAGAZINE.
WHEN '29 SPORTED CANES: Recognize the senior class officers? The gentlemen are (I to r) Johnny Bryant, vice-president; Bill Andres, secretary; Dud Orr, president; and Dick Rogers, treasurer.
Secretary, 75 Federal St., Boston, Mass.
Treasurer, 1211 Shady Ave., Pittsburgh 6, Pa.
Class Agent, 10 Cranston Rd., Winchester, Mass.
